Page 46 of Cause Of Death

The problem is, I’m not feeling particularly possessive right now, even with another wave of my heat bearing down on me. The thought of Steve’s—or even Leslie’s or Kimberly’s—hands on my body, touching me, caressing me… it doesn’t make meirrationally angry. In fact, Ilikethe thought. Imagining Steve’s beard between my thighs as he eats me out, while Kimberly sucks me off as Leslie fucks my mouth?Oh, fuck me is that hot!

My cock stiffens at the visual playing out in my head, and my flesh aches to be touched. I turn to stare at Steve who hasn’t moved from his silent vigil over me, running an appreciative eye over his strong body.

“If I ask for a hand, will that be in the spirit of a courteous, yet detached nursemaid, or as one who will run said hands all over my body before driving me insane with pleasure?” I purr, satisfaction rolling through me as Steve swallows hard, his own eyes glazing over with lust.

“That’s entirely up to you, omega. I’m here at your whim, yours and your alpha’s. He left you in my care, so I’ll follow your lead if that’s alright with you?”

I’ve never really been a dominant sort of person, something I felt was more to do with my designation rather than personal preference. However, watching as this enormous lumbersnack drops to his knees in a subservient stance before me, his expression pleading for direction, has a previously unknown part of me making unequivocal demands.

“On your feet and strip, Sigma. Get naked, and then use those massive hands of yours to clean every inch of my skin before you dirty me up again.”

“Yes, Omega.”

I shudder at the contented response, greedily taking in the mountain of flesh being uncovered before my eyes. Acres of creamy skin dotted with a galaxy of freckles covers muscle and bone, and even naked Steve gives off an aura of immovability. Broad shoulders and bulging biceps taper down to muscular forearms worthy of their own Only Fans channel for arm porn. His hands are large, his fingers are thick, and I can clearly picture him crushing or tearing things apart with his bare hands—logs for firewood, cans of corn, whole apples, the remaining threads restraining my libido… you get the idea.

He reaches up and pulls his hair free from a hair-tie, and I swear to all that is unholy that Valkyries sing as his auburn hair tumbles down in wild curls to just below his shoulders. Blue eyes—suffused with a mix of kindness, laughter, and desire—watch me carefully as a smile tugs at his soft lips. Said lips are surrounded by a thick beard that he has plaited into two braids, the silver caps enclosing each braid resting mid-sternum among the forest of auburn curls that litter his chest. That forest thins somewhat as it continues over the gentle swell of his belly, the softer cushion perfect for snuggling up to… or bouncing on top of. It continues all the way down until it thickens once more, the perfect foil to frame the fucking broadsword dangling between his legs.

I hope to fuck Steve is a shower, and not a grower, because if that thing gets any bigger, he’s likely to pass out from lack of blood and oxygen making their way to his brain.

“Do you see something you like, Omega? Is Steve’s form satisfactory enough for you?”

I’m so enraptured with Steve’s strip-show, so busy ogling his body that I don’t notice Leslie’s appearance in the open bathroom doorway until they speak.

A frisson of guilt spikes at me, and I lower my eyes and turn away as a result.

“Oh, no you don’t! Fuck right off with that guilt and shame, Kieran. While Steve might be willing to be at your beck and call, it’s because hewantsto be here. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be. Consent and established boundaries aren’t there just for an alpha’s or omega’s peace of mind, they’re also essential for betas of all designations. Steve, Kimmy, and I are all happy to care for you in our individual ways, but at the same time we won’t allow your whims to force us out of our comfort zones.” Leslie slidesa finger under my chin, lifting it until I meet their solemn gaze. Their eyes are the clearest baby-blue, and I distantly wonder if they’re wearing natural-looking contact lenses this time around.

“If you want someone to snuggle with, to fuss over you, to bend over backward to make you feel good? Then Steve’s your man. If you want to be tied up, blindfolded, gagged, deprived of all your senses except touch and then edged for hours on end? Then you come and see me. If you suddenly fancy being adventurous, especially if you want to be watched while spanked, pegged, or ridden until your balls are shriveled husks, then go to Kimberly. Steve isn’t into discipline, although he doesn’t mind mild bondage or being fucked. Hereallyloves having someone ride his face, and will happily clean up fresh cum with his tongue. Kimmy will scream blue murder and then hack all your accounts if you eventhinkabout restraining her, and you can set a timer on her when it comes to how long she’s willing to cuddle. I’m averybossy bottom, but have been known to top in a pinch, it’s just not my main preference. I don’t mind the occasional cuddle-puddle, but I’m not a very nurturing person.”

Placing their hands on my shoulders, Leslie turns me to face Steve once more. The sigma is standing before me, completely naked, and with a soft expression on his face that makes me want to both lick him all over, and also have him cuddle and coddle me into contented bliss.

“Come on, Kieran. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then if you’re feeling up to it, I’ll get on my knees, and you can fuck my throat until Adam is done with our ‘guest.’ I’m sure between you and Disa, me and my appendages will be kept busy over the next couple of days.” Steve offers coyly.

A chuckle burbles its way up and out of my throat, and I smile shyly as I step into Steve’s warm embrace. As his arms gently enfold me, taking care of the battered and bruised skinof my back, a sense of rightness floods through my bond with Adam. This is where we’re both meant to be, with these people. If “home is where the heart is,” then I’ve finally arrived.

I’m home.

She’s mine. Mine, mine, mine. And she’s home!

That thought keeps thrumming through my head on repeat, a litany of joy, hope, and contentment. While it wasn’t how I’d planned or dreamed about finally taking that step, looking back at the circumstances I can’t deny it’s also something I should have anticipated. My little Wisp,my omega, she’s not the type to expect fancy wining and dining followed by rose petals and candlelight. Driving home while still wearing the remains of a kill is more her style.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As much as I want to herd Disa into the master suite bathroom, strip her down, and wash her clean only to dirty her up again, I have other priorities that need taking care of first. Only once they’ve been dealt with will I be able to fully concentrate on hers and Kieran’s heats, providing them both with whatever they need, whether it’s my knot and cum, or just my presence to make them feel safe.

Leaving her in Kimberly’s capable hands for the time being, I lead Adam—who keeps looking over his shoulder at Kieran as Steve carries him into the house—back through the double bays and to the other, single lock-up garage. It’s empty except for one of those massive, rolling toolboxes, a metal folding chair holding a bound and gagged alpha, and Leslie, who’s keeping watch over our prisoner.

The moment we are inside, the door quietly closes behind us, the mechanism thankfully left undamaged by our earlier, uninvited guests.

“Les, have you got everything set up to record? Good. Strip the duct tape from his mouth.” I instruct mildly, deliberately keeping everything about me relaxed and non-threatening. Well, about as non-threatening as you can make a six foot, eight-inch-tall alpha when I look as though I could probably take on a mama moose and walk away from the fight. Not that I’d necessarilywin,but walk away at least.

Adam, on the other hand? He’s trembling with effort, knowing he can’t tear this guy apart until we have the answers we need. I turn my back on the seated alpha as Leslie approaches him, a wicked smirk across the delta’s face, and instead turn to face Adam.

“Are you going to be okay watching Les and me question this guy? I’m happy for you to dish out some pain as an incentive, but we can’t end him until I’m satisfied that there’s no other danger coming for us all. That includes you and Kieran, just so you’re aware.”

Adam draws in a deep breath, then another, each inhalation visibly calming him by small increments. When he’s no longer shaking, he simply nods. Satisfied that Adam has his emotions under control, I return my attention to the restrained alpha who is now cursing up a storm. A glance over at Leslie is enough toexplain his temper, with the sticky underside of the duct tape coated with his stubble, skin, and even some blood.

Fuck, thathadto have hurt.

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